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It was the middle of the night at the MacMillian Auction House, and as such the building was completely dark save for the security lighting that lined the hallways and the flashlights of the guards that patrolled them. The house was considered one of the safer places for someone to store any sort of loot and while many had attempted to breach into the vault almost all of them failed in a rather spectacular fashion. Fortunately for the two that were skulking about in the courtyard that surrounded the area they weren't going for the vault, instead their target was in the auction house itself. Once the two had breached through the outer perimeter one of the two men grabbed the smaller of the pair and unfurled their draconic wings, using them to get up to the second-floor balcony.

Once the one that had gotten the ride was sure that there were no cameras the winged creature jumped up and scrambled his way onto the roof where he disappeared out of sight. “Comm check," The one on the balcony heard as he began to scan for potential alarms. “Alright Thomas, you know the drill, get into the office and grab the target, I'll provide overwatch and the exit."

“Copy comm check Dameon," Thomas replied as the wolf found where the alarm connected to the door and carefully cut the pane of glass inside the wooden frame to get to it. “Just remember that this is supposed to be a quiet mission, no one is supposed to know that we were here." There was a grunt of disappointment but Thomas knew that his partner would follow the protocol, especially when it came to the potential of snagging an Atlantean artifact. With the magical items being illegal to have with rare exception it was likely that if they didn't raise any alarms the owner wouldn't report it stolen, otherwise he would be in a lot of trouble himself as he put on a sticky glove and carefully cut the last of the glass.

The cut pane slid out easily and once he had it Thomas carefully put it to the side before reaching in to disable the alarm. While he wasn't as good as some when it came to electronics he at least got the equipment to make up for the deficiency as he connected the wires to the blinking light box that was just above the door. It was hard trying to work in such a small window of clearance but eventually he saw the panel that he had just used to bypass the security turn green as well, which was his signal to use his autopicker to open the lock so he could enter. The door eventually opened softly with a click, once Dameon gave a check and said there were no guards around he slid inside and closed the door behind him.

Once everything was secured he disconnected the bypass module and then put the pane back into place, using a chemical solvent in order to melt the glass together before spraying it lightly with coolant to make sure it stayed in place. The wolf grinned when he looked at his work; unless someone was specifically looking for the hairline cut that was in the glass no one would know that he was there, which was what he was looking for. Once he had finished with that there was just the matter of the cameras and the guards to take care of on his way to the office of the head curator. Fortunately most of the electronic countermeasures that he might have had to deal with were down in the basement along with the vault, and with the top floor being so dark he tapped on his bracelet which wreathed his body in shadows before he moved ahead.

Between his additional stealth and Dameon keeping a look out through the skylights on the room it didn't take long for the wolf to get to his destination. The office of the head curator directly overlooked the auction hall itself and had frosted glass walls that could become clear if the one inside so wished for it. At the moment they were opaque and that was just fine for him as he got to the door, which had a DNA scanner on the frame that was keyed only to the curator of the auction house. It was a problem that had already been identified from a scouting run earlier and Dameon said that the solution was the patch that he had been given before the mission started.

Thomas took the patch out and when he examined it all he found was that it looked like a band aid or something, but he didn't see any blood on the other side. When the wolf placed the other side of the patch it stuck to the reader and when it beeped with a green light he had to peel it off that caused him to make a face. “Dameon…" Thomas whispered as he opened the door. “Do I want to know where you got that?"

“Not my department," Dameon replied with a chuckle. “I was actually kind of hoping that it didn't work, the vantage point is beautiful on the road for some long-range shots, and it has been so long since we had ourselves a little rampage. Maybe after this we could find a nice little secluded area and… celebrate."

“Let's make sure we have something to celebrate first," Thomas replied, though he could feel the fur on his body bristle up in excitement at the authoritative tone that his partner had. He knew exactly what the larger wolf had in mind and though he was in the midst of searching the office for the artifact he couldn't help but lick his lips at the thought even as he found a piece of the floor that was spongier than the rest. “I think I found a floor safe, how am I looking?"

“Everything is green on this end," Dameon said, though as Thomas pulled up the trap door and saw the safe beneath it he heard the Harbringer suddenly take a sharp breath in. “Crap, there's a car coming down the road, I think it's the curator."

“The curator?" Thomas replied, his voice slightly raised before he remembered to tone it down. “He's supposed to be on vacation for the next two days!"

“Looks like he forgot something at the office," Dameon replied. “I'm guessing you have maybe fifteen minutes to crack that safe, otherwise you can get out of there now and we can try again later."

Thomas cursed silently to himself as he looked down at the keypad. Giving an experimental attempt to try and unlock it showed that he needed six digits, which meant that a sequencer would take too long to crack it. With it being this deep into the auction hall though it probably wasn't a complex code and given most people were prone to using familiar numbers it was probably some sort of important date. As far as he knew the curator wasn't married and as he brought up the info file they had he tried using his birthday, to no avail. Important date… important date… as he looked around the office once more he didn't see anything that would give him a clue on what the code could be and time was quickly ticking down before the man entered into the building and found him.

As Thomas sat down at the desk and looked through the drawers he didn't find much except for a bottle of real alcohol and a few files that looked to be personal auctions. With Dameon giving him updates on where the curator was the wolf groaned and put his hands to his head before banging it against the desk with a thud. If they had to abort it would probably be another three months before they could access this office again, especially since the curator was a workaholic. Guess when your name's on the door it makes you work to keep it, Thomas thought to himself, though as he leaned back and looked down at the action hall he thought of a date that might just be important enough to use on the safe.

After looking up the information on his commlink Thomas skidded back over towards the floor safe and put in the six digits that corresponded to the date that the Auction House was founded, which caused the screen to light up and the lock to disengage. He practically yanked open the door and dug around inside, which among a few other pieces was the one that was described to them as the Atlantean artifact. “Dameon, I got it," Thomas said excitedly as he saw that it was a circular stone tablet with rings that had strange runes engraved on each one. “Get me out of here."

“Alright, give me two minutes," Dameon replied. “Balcony is compromised, I'm going to hoist you out through the skylight. Whatever you, do keep your head down low, the curator is about to enter the building." Thomas responded that he understood and quickly reset the office so that to the untrained eye it looked like nothing was moved, though if the curator was a control freak he would probably know what happened immediately. That didn't matter though as the wolf ducked behind the desk and ran his fingers over the smooth, polished surface and found the rings were actually able to rotate.

This is something that definitely seems Atlantean, Thomas thought to himself as he tried to make sense of what he was looking at while fiddling with the alignment of the symbols. He was getting that it was the language of the floating island and while he had been with the Harbringers for a while he hadn't quite taken the time to learn that particular aspect of things. It probably didn't matter anyway, though as he moved the outer rings about he could see that the background seemed to form a picture as well. With one eye on the skylight waiting for Dameon's signal the other shifted the rings about until they finally lined up with the picture that had formed in the stone.

As soon as he slid the innermost circle into place though Thomas felt a discharge that was almost like static electricity, but he had been around enough magic to know what it was when he felt it as the symbols started to glow starting in the middle and radiating outward. “Uh, Dameon," Thomas said as he stood up, though as he did the office around him felt distorted and all that came through his comm was static. “Dameon, little help here, something is happening with this thing!"

The walls and floor of the area continued to waver and distort like he was looking at everything through melting glass as he began to feel like he was floating. He dropped the stone tablet to the ground in order to try and break his connection with it but nothing changed except that the glowing artifact was at his feet, or rather a few inches beneath his feet. When he attempted to reach down to grab it again he gasped as his body started to shift to be parallel with the floor. The second the glowing reached the edge of the artifact a circle of pure darkness suddenly opened up beneath him and Thomas let out a shout as he felt like he was being pulled into spaghetti while everything around him was stretched down to the hole…

There was a brief darkness and when Thomas could see again he found that he was sitting on a field of grass and still screaming, which he promptly stopped when he realized that everything had relatively gone back to normal. As he glanced around his surroundings though he gathered that he was definitely no longer in the auction hall office anymore and when he looked at the grass beneath his feet he saw that the artifact was right there as well. The glow was gone from the symbols and the background picture had once more become abstract as he grabbed it. The rings still moved and everything still appeared intact, which prompted Thomas to put it in his bag before he tried to figure out where he was.

As Thomas moved through the small arboretum he had landed in his first thought was that he had somehow landed on Atlantis itself, but as he found a path and followed it out to where he saw a few buildings he realized that probably wasn't the case. From what he had heard about the island it was primarily populated by mythical creatures and had a large tower that spiraled up that could even be seen from the surface and this looked more like a college campus or a business center that he would find outside the city. At least it wasn't some sort of hostile alien planet or the infernal realm, the wolf thought to himself as he carefully but purposefully made his way towards what looked like a courtyard. Since there were quite the number of anthros he at least fit in somewhat as he tried to find more information out about where he was.

It didn't take long before he found a digital display that was advertising events and schedules, which eventually also told him the name of the place he was at. “The SHIFT Institute?" Thomas said to himself as he looked back around. “Definitely never heard about this place, I wonder if maybe it's some sort of megacorp site that I never heard of."

When Thomas tried to access his commlink all he got was static and the deck he had with him didn't connect to the matrix, which meant he was either way off-site somewhere or… he was somewhere where such things didn't exist. With his technology being useless he decided to put them away for now, but as he pulled the comm from his ear he paused as he suddenly felt the presence of someone else and slowly turned until he saw a phoenix man with black feathers with glowing blue eyes and a smirk on his beak. “Hey," the creature said, Thomas looking back and forth a few times even though it was clear that the guy was talking to him. “You look lost."

“I… guess you could say that," Thomas replied as he tried to get a feel for the situation. “My name's Thomas."

“Slypher," the phoenix replied. “Why don't we go somewhere private and have ourselves a little chat before someone else comes and ruins the mood, shall we? I promise that I don't bite, unless you want me to of course."

This guy sounds a lot like Dameon, Thomas thought to himself, except way less aggressive in his seduction techniques. “I suppose that there's no harm in that," Thomas said as he began to follow the phoenix. “You know, you have the same name as someone I know actually."

“I'm sure that's purely a coincidence," Slpyher replied with a dismissive wave of his wing, though as he did his head turned and when Thomas followed his gaze he saw a draconic sabrewolf that had just run up to the courtyard. “Ah, speaking of such, it seems that your presence here has been detected faster than I had anticipated. At least we're lucky in who they sent out, they're not exactly the most observant when it… oh, he saw me, quick, get behind."

Not wanting to get captured in his first hour in some new dimension Thomas did what he was told and suddenly found himself surrounded by black and blue feathers as the hybrid walked up to the phoenix. “Slypher, did you sense someone around here that came in through a dimensional rift?" the hybrid asked. “I'm trying to help the Multidimensional Task Force and Damage Control find someone that may have accidentally warped here."

“My dear Serathin, what makes you think I'm going to do your job for you?" Slypher replied as he leaned forward, which bumped Thomas slightly and nearly made him stumble before one of the tail feathers wrapped around him. “How is your new position by the way? I heard you already had a great start when it came to those werewolves, and personally watching you flounder with those minotaurs was delightful."

“Shut up Slypher…" Serathin grumbled. “Just… do me a favor and let me know if you see him, alright?" As the two continued to have a back and forth Thomas realized that the artifact he had loosely tucked in his back was the only thing that could possibly get him home and quickly pulled it out only to wrap his chameleon suit around it and put it into the hidden compartment he had in his bag. While it wouldn't hold up to a thorough search it seemed that the phoenix had other ideas in mind for their time together as the wings unfurled once the draconic sabrewolf disappeared.

As soon as he made sure that the coast was clear Slypher continued to lead Thomas through the campus of the SHIFT Institute while also giving him a brief explanation of what they did. “Wow, so people can actually view other timelines here?" Thomas asked as they went into another naturalistic area, this one designed more like a grotto with a waterfall that Slypher led him behind into a semi-secret cave. “Do I have different timelines?"

“Everyone has different timelines," Slypher explained as they walked a little further back and found that the cave was actually a lounge area. “First there are the dimensions themselves; entire universal timelines can split based of a major event happening or not happening, so there are versions of you that are potentially spaceship pilots, or slave workers in some mineral asteroid, or a host to an alien race that took over your planet, and then from there you make personal choices in your life that causes your own personal timelines to split even further."

“That's crazy," Thomas said as he sat down in one of the chairs, which he found to be very comfortable with an almost gel-like consistency in the padding instead of the usual cotton. “So could there be a different me in the dimension that I'm a part of that never became a runner?"

“I would guarantee it," Slypher stated, Thomas letting out a small grunt as the phoenix decided that his chair would be on the lap of the wolf. “Of course we all do have our proclivities based on personality and desires, so it's probably extremely unlikely that any of your alters went on to become something like a jazz musician or a pastry chef and most of them probably funneled towards being a criminal of some sort. There is also the part that I specialize in where people tend to gravitate more towards things that… particularly interest them in other ways…"

Thomas found himself swallowing hard as Slypher leaned in towards him, and it was at this point he realized that the phoenix wasn't actually wearing any clothes. With the weight of the other man on top of him there was little that he could do except squirm as the wolf found the clawed fingers start to trace down his jawline. When they got to his neck they began to shift up and down and as Thomas began to tremble it was because of the sensations of getting his throat scratched. The other hand slid around behind his head and went just behind his ears, the phoenix giggling as he had the wolf squirming about from the sensation.

“Looks like you are a good boy," Slypher said after he finally stopped, Thomas panting slightly from the exertion of being teased like that as the phoenix stood back up. “But I also know that you can be quite the bad boy as well. Would you like to be a bad boy with me Thomas?"

Thomas felt his jaw drop at the words he heard, which also stirred something else up inside of him as he got up from the chair. “How… how did you…" Thomas said before he felt a growl escape his throat, his pupils dilating as he watched Slypher take a step away from him. “Yeah… yeah, I can be a bad boy. Let me show you how bad…"

Just as Thomas was about to take a step forward though he felt something yank against his ankle, and when he looked down he was shocked to find that a cuff of black metal had appeared with a chain that led to an anchor in the ground. It looked completely seamless and the wolf wondered less on where it had come from and more on how to get it off as he could feel his muscles starting to thicken. “Oh, you didn't think that it would be that easy, would it?" Slypher said as Thomas turned back, his lips curling in a slight snarl at being denied as his already lupine muzzle began to lengthen slightly to accommodate his sharper teeth. “See, I happen to know that you really enjoy being both, so I wonder which one would win out if given the chance."

“Why don't you let me loose and I'll show you," Thomas growled as he tried to approach the phoenix only to find his other leg suddenly became bound as well.

“Well that wouldn't be fun if I just let you have it," Slypher said as he came up right to where the length of the chains on the feet of the transforming creature ended, and as Thomas felt his clothes starting to tighten the phoenix snapped his fingers to make them disappear to leave him just as naked as he was. “Now here's the deal Wolfie, either I can bind you up and make you into my loyal, obedient pet like I know you want to be, or you can break those chains and pounce on me to become the dominant, fierce alpha wolf like I know you also want to be. I've linked the strength of these chains to your desires, so the more you submit the more you're bound while the more you fight for dominance the better chance you have to break free."

Thomas let out a loud snarl and used his growing foot claws to dig into the stone to try and lunge at the creature, only to be brought down as another two sets of cuffs were attached to his wrists and the floor. When he looked back up he saw that Slypher was twirling a metal collar around his finger and looking at him coyly, and though the growing creature thought he knew what he wanted the aura of sheer dominance of the phoenix made it hard to think of him as prey. It brought him back to the first time he had turned with Dameon, and though his mind was growing increasingly hazy with the growing lust in his mind he found himself wondering if he knew about that too. But that first experience had also been a challenge and this time Thomas wasn't going to go down easily as he managed to stand up and flex his growing biceps, straining on the chains while his chest filled out with new muscle.

“Oh, I also know that regardless of your nature you enjoy being tied up," Slypher said as he waved his hand and Thomas was jerked backwards, his hands hitting the floor while his feet remained stationary to have him stuck with stomach and hips up in the air. “Though I imagine it just contributes more to that submissive side of yours. Maybe I'll give you a nice head scratch again and watch you squirm until you recognize who your master really is."

The words of the phoenix were so commanding that when Slypher went up and scratched down the thickening fur of his chest all he could think about was wanting him to do it again. He was a good boy, a good wolf, and good wolves serve their masters. The phoenix would certainly make for a fine pack leader and as those hands got lower he could feel the chains keeping him down starting to lose their slack. Soon he would be practically tied down to the floor and he wouldn't care, not as long as someone was rubbing against his thick muscles as his feet twitched before they grew into much bigger paw pads.

But just as Slypher began to rub down towards his groin a sudden surge of need broke him out of his submissive spiral, letting out a snarl though his new jagged fangs as his body finished filling with thick, powerful muscle. The phoenix was not his master, he was not his alpha, and he was definitely not his pack leader as he struggled to thrust his hips up towards the other man. That collar still wasn't around his neck yet and with the other man around his midsection still concentrated on the spire of rock-hard pink flesh that jutted up from his furry groin he took his legs and flexed them as hard as he could. His breath came in jagged growls and as his calves and thighs tensed he heard the loud snap of metal and felt his paws get free.

The action seemed to take Slypher by surprise and the werewolf wasted no time in getting his meaty legs around him, his agile paws keeping the phoenix from using his wings while his thick thighs pinned those feathered arms down to his sides. A smirk formed on his muzzle as Thomas used the flexibility of his body to slide one of his paws up and press it against the back of the avian head, which pushed that beak down towards his muzzle. He would be the pack leader, the lust-filled creature thought as the phoenix willfully opened his beak and allowed the throbbing shaft inside of it, and for him to do that he would need a pack. Even with the fog of the carnal instincts flowing through his mind he remembered what Slypher had said, and Thomas was more than keen to make it a reality as he started to see something happen to the avian head of the other man.

Unlike his own beastly transformation the changes that started to happen to Slypher began slowly, the shiny black beak that was stretched around the cock that was being humped into his maw slowly deforming as hairs could be seen sprouting from it. The feathers on the back of his head also started to melt and reform into a thick mane of black hair, though it still had the same glowing blue tips as the feathers that preceded it. The sight of Slypher's head morphing into something more lupine while his throat became a cocksleeve for him was too much and Thomas flexed his upper body, breaking the chains just like he had with his feet. Even though the phoenix had made no move to escape Thomas growled deeply and pulled his cock out of the mostly lupine muzzle and grabbed Slypher underneath his arms.

There was a loud thud as the feathered man suddenly found himself pinned to the wall by the much larger creature, though as Slypher let out a groan his chest and sides popped and shifted to start to grow his frame. It seemed that the phoenix was not immune to his infectious nature and that was just fine with Thomas as he used his own heavily muscled chest to pin the phoenix there and spread his legs. It didn't take much to wrap those legs around them, which he could see the scaly legs of the phoenix curling and witching as his toes swelled with new growth. More of that luxurious black fur began to grow up the shins and thighs of the creature being corrupted by him and Thomas licked his chops in anticipation to go further as his cock began to push into the ring of muscle.

As Thomas had anticipated the insertion was a smooth process that the phoenix merely groaned in pleasure, though part of the way through it turned to a snarl as teeth began to push out of his new gums. He made for quite the handsome creature, the werewolf thought in the back of his mind, and would make a good packmate under him. For the moment though he was still prey that needed to be turned and as he continued to push up his thick shaft he found the throbbing length of the phoenix pressed against his abs. When he looked down he saw the toned but lithe chest of the other male filling out to match his, his patterning still remaining but as fur instead of feathers while he grew a set of thick pectorals and washboard abs that were only slightly smaller than his leader. As the growing claws of the new werewolf pressed against his chest Thomas noticed something that Slypher was holding that no longer belonged to him, at least not in that regard as he grabbed the collar and put it around the thick neck of the other lupine creature.

The claws of the werewolf dug into the stone wall as he thrusted up into the one beneath him, the feathers of the former phoenix's wings falling around them and disappearing into ash as the tailfeathers that brushed against his legs twisted together and fluffed out into a wolf tail. Their muzzles met in a deep kiss and the glowing blue tongue of the black-furred werewolf pushed into the maw of the bigger one, only for Thomas to push back and result in a sloppy kiss between them. As their rutting session continued the intense passions that the two had cooled slightly, though that didn't slow down the bigger beast from his rhythm as the both enjoyed the lustful sensations of their new bodies.

After a few minutes both Thomas and Slypher had recomposed themselves enough to talk, the arms of the former phoenix draped around the shoulders while his tailhole was still stretched open. “So I see that you made your choice in the matter," Slypher said, squeezing his inner walls around the cock of the werewolf to get him to huff. “A dominant beast, a bad boy, a corrupter of minds and bodies."

“Yeah…" Thomas replied with a smirk, feeling intensely powerful with this creature impaled on his cock and pinned beneath him. “Feels real good."

“But perhaps there's a small inkling that makes you wonder what happened if the scales tipped the other way?" Slypher said, his grin widening as Thomas tilted his head. “I know that you got those instincts making thinking a little more difficult than usual but I believe you remember when I said that certain decisions can cause splits in timelines. Well the scenario here allowed for that and given the location you're in I can show you the other result, if you care to see the other side of things."

Though Thomas hadn't quite finished with the new glowing black and blue werewolf he had created, the idea of seeing what would have happened if he had succumbed to his submissiveness was intriguing, especially since he had been a fur-length away from actually being in that position. When he asked if they could come back to this timeline once they were done Slypher nodded and said that this is technically his primary, which meant that they would be coming back here anyway. “Alright then," Thomas growled in anticipation, though he also hilted himself into the smaller werewolf that caused Slypher to moan while he leaned into his ear. “Let's see what you got."

Just as Thomas was about to pull back he quickly found himself surrounded by blazing blue fire, which other than being slightly warm didn't hurt as the room around them dissolved away. It reminded him a little bit like when he had first jumped into the new dimension but as the flames completely engulfed him it was like he had completely disappeared from reality for a second. When he became aware of himself again he found that while the room around him hadn't changed his perspective of it did, and while he was still a werewolf he found himself on his knees with his muzzle being stretched open by a glowing blue cock. The dominant feelings that he had been feeling up to that point instantly melted away and as he felt a tug against his neck that came from the collar wrapped around it.

“Good boy," Slypher said as Thomas found that he was still a phoenix, though the glowing parts of his body were much brighter than before. “Now why don't you get up and hop over to that couch there so that I can bury my bone in that thick furry butt of yours?"

“Yes master," Thomas found himself saying as his tail wagged eagerly, his excitement rising at the thought of being able to please the phoenix with his body. “I'm your good boy."

“And such an obedient one you are," Slypher commented as Thomas got on the couch as best he could since he found that his arms had been bound behind his back. His chest also had a harness on it that not only highlighted his pectorals but seemed to solidify his place as the plaything of this much more dominant creature who came up between his thick legs that hung over the edge. As Slypher leaned in and rubbed his fingers behind his ears again the werewolf also realized that he had on some sort of hood which allowed only his muzzle to be exposed, though the phoenix took care of that by taking a dildo gag and sliding it between his lips. His master said that there was no need for words from his toy, and Thomas just found himself nodding as the shaft filled his maw to completely muzzle him.

With the gag in place Slypher leaned back and began to push his cock into him, the werewolf's back arching as his master took him. The phoenix held onto the cuffs that had been placed around his thighs and held him there as he was taken, the large paws of the lupine creature curling in pure pleasure as his insides were spread open. It was the single best feeling he could ever imagine and if it hadn't been pinned against the couch he could have wagged his tail. He only wished that there could be two of them so that he could have the thick shaft of the phoenix in his mouth as well as his tailhole, which caused his master to chuckle and said that perhaps that could be arranged later.

As Slypher plowed into his stretched hole he also stroked along his own length, helping the werewolf out since his hands were bound behind his back as another sign of his submission. His master would take care of him, all he needed to be was a good wolf for him and serve him without question. This was something he could easily do, but with each time that he felt the thick shaft spread him open a strange sensation wormed into his mind. He began to see their roles reversed, their bodies pressed together but with the phoenix underneath him instead of the other way around.

The distortion was enough that Thomas had to close his eyes, and when he opened them again they snapped wide as he was still hilt deep in the other werewolf and about to orgasm. Both of the lupine creatures let out a loud howl as he came hard, pumping his seed inside the other creature while their bodies tensed together from the sheer pleasure. When Thomas looked down at himself he once more was back to being almost completely naked, save for the shackles that were still on his wrists and ankles with the broken chains hanging on it, and saw that Slypher the werewolf had the collar around his neck instead of the other way around. Once they had a chance to calm down and Thomas finally allowed Slypher to dismount from the wall the phoenix looked at his own body with a bemused look while he wiggled his glowing blue claws.

“Mmmm, this werewolf form is quite nice," Slypher said as he shifted back to wag his tail. “I may have to catalog this for later."

“Does that mean that you're going to be my nice little subby werewolf too?" Thomas asked with a smirk.

“If I thought that you could handle it," Slypher shot back, though his laugh was cut short as his ears twitched while Thomas also heard something near the cave entrance. “Mmmm, should have guessed, looks like Damage Control is on their way to rectify the situation. If you don't want to be stuck in quarantine for the next two months I highly advise you do whatever you did to get here in reverse so you can go back home."

Before Thomas could say that he didn't know how the artifact worked Slypher had already motioned for him to go behind the bar that was in the lounge, the werewolf hopping back even as his body began to morph back into his former self. While having more dexterous fingers aided in fishing the artifact out of his bag, which he thankfully had grabbed on the way to his hiding spot, he wished that the phoenix had also gave him some clothes. At the moment however he needed to figure out how to make the tablet work as he heard the angry voice of the one that Slypher had called Serathin explain that he sensed the split and knew that the phoenix had grabbed Thomas in order to have his usual fun. It was clear that they weren't just going to let him slide and since the cave was a dead end it was either get captured or figure out how to do another dimensional hop.

But once more Thomas was running into the same problem that he didn't know what symbols he was looking for. He hadn't paid attention to what it looked like when he made the jump and the rings had shifted around several times since then, which meant that unless he could figure out the ancient Atlantean symbols in less than five minutes he was about to get hauled off. While it sounded like he wouldn't be held there for too long there was stuff he had to do in his dimension, like negotiate with the alpha werewolf for the Harbringers to try and bring that to a peaceful conclusion. With the argument between Slypher and Serathin growing more heated Thomas was running out of time, but as he held up the stone to his face he found that the picture was back in the background of the tablet.

That was good enough for him and Thomas frantically shifted the rings around until he could get the image to become fully aligned, which he hoped would not just send him back to the same spot that it had before. When he turned the innermost circle again into place he noticed that it wasn't the same as the first time but it didn't matter as the symbols in the middle began to glow before spreading outwards once more. Even though he was expecting it the wolf still let out a yelp as he began to float upwards while the tablet remained on the floor. As his eye level went above the bar he could see the phoenix and draconic sabrewolf both looking at him, and as Thomas gave a sheepish wave the hybrid just put his hand against his head in frustration before everything was sucked into the black hole including him.

This time Thomas found himself sitting on a concrete floor in the middle of an empty warehouse, the smell of dead fish and diesel oil filling his nostrils. This certainly felt more like home and when the wolf found his way to a window he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the skyline of the megacity that he was used to. He also heard several beeps from his bag and when he brought out his commlink he found that he was once more connected to the Matrix as well, which as he viewed his messages he was slightly annoyed that they were all marked as new and unread but it was a small price to pay for being home. The first thing he did was call Dameon in order to try and get in contact with him as he continued to observe his surroundings in order to try and figure out where he was and how far he would have to walk while naked.

When the call disconnected suddenly Thomas sighed and guessed that the paranoid Harbringer had probably smashed the comm thinking he had gotten captured, which he hadn't been as he started to turn back around…

…only to hear the sound of a gun cocking that made him wonder if that was too early an assessment on the being captured situation.

Thomas knew better than to make any rash movements or actions while a gun was pointed at his back, instead slowly putting his hands up and turning around to face his assailant. The sound of two simultaneous gasps filled the air as he finally got a good look at the one that had him at gunpoint and found that it was… himself. The other Thomas was equally shocked and as the two looked one another over they both saw that other than one of them being naked they were almost completely identical. As Thomas started to put his hands down the gun from the other runner went back up that prompted him to keep them in the air.

“No tricks now," the other Thomas said as he slowly approached the wolf, looking him up and down. “What is this, some sort of trid phantasm? A changeling trying to ruin the deal that I made here?"

“I am none of those things," Thomas quickly replied as he tried to reason with himself, which considering that they would both be skilled in the art of social manipulation was going to be both easier and more difficult. “Hey, would I really try to ambush you while naked? Plus if I was just some sort of changeling or something then how would I know that you are actually a werewolf, right?"

“Pffft, yeah, real big stretch of knowledge there," the other Thomas said as he rolled his eyes. “Look, either you tell me who or what you are or I'm going to shoot you and throw you in the port. Heck, if you stay looking that way maybe I could get a few months of vacation from people thinking I'm dead when they find your body."

Yep, this is definitely me, Thomas thought to himself as he tried not to frown before another idea came to mind. “Oh, what about your eye?" Thomas said as he quickly pulled out his cybernetic eye. “This is cybernetics, you really think a mage or changling is going to do something like this to themselves just to ruin some deal of yours?"

There was a pause and Thomas knew that look on his face; something he had said struck a chord, but he was still debating whether it was worth it to just kill him and dump him in the port or to actually figure out what was going on. “Looks like I have a plus one that will be coming along," Thomas said as he put the gun away and started to walk towards the exit of the warehouse. “Take him."

Before Thomas could even put down his arms he suddenly found them wrenched down behind his back while being surrounded by several creatures, which even in the darkness of the warehouse he could tell that they were werewolves. This was a new development, the wolf thought to himself, but just as he was about to open his mouth to ask a question he suddenly found a length of rope pulled across it. He let out several muffled grunts and tried to get out of the hold but he knew even if he was to transform he was no match for four fully-formed werewolves. Instead he found himself getting completely bound up with expert speed and a bag put over his head before being hoisted up into the air.

With no way to speak and the bag obscuring his vision all Thomas could do was wait as he was thrown onto something that bobbed in the water before they took off. When he remembered that the artifact would have been at his feet his heart practically jumped into his throat, but then he heard the werewolves talking about the strange stone circle that they had found while binding him. The other Thomas told them not to play with such things and to wait until they got back to base and he would have breathed a sigh of relief if he wasn't bouncing up and down on the bottom of a boat for nearly half an hour. Eventually he was picked up again and this time placed on a sofa before he felt movement again, and while it was slightly less choppy he gathered that he was once more on another boat.

While he was restrained Thomas tried to see if he could hear anything that was going on but his other self was smart enough not to talk around him, which made the minutes feel like hours until finally they got to their destination. He could hear the sounds of things being unloaded and when it was his turn he felt the claws of the creatures cutting the ropes and pulling the bag off of his head. It seemed that they had arrived at a place where they weren't worried about him running, and when Thomas was led off the boat and onto the nearby pier he knew exactly why.

“Whoa, this is the Harbringer Offshore Oil Rig," Thomas said as he looked up at the huge structure, unaware that his words had caused all the werewolves escorting him to immediately snap their heads towards him. “That means you officially joined the Harbring-“ the word was caught in the throat of the wolf as one of the werewolves grabbed his neck and began to squeeze. “…or not! Or not!"

The voice above shouted that was enough and the werewolf dropped Thomas unceremoniously on the floor. “You would be wise not to mention that particular group," the other Thomas said. “At least not until we are in private chambers. I have someone that wishes to meet with you and I would like you to get there in one piece."

Thomas just nodded and picked himself up, apologizing to the werewolves before following his other self inside the rig. When he got up he found that while it looked like a laboratory had been set up there he didn't see anyone that would resemble the Harbringers, though he did see a few werewolves working with their humanoid counterparts. It was bizarre to see an area that he had toured himself personally look so radically different, but it was his other self that he found most intriguing. When he walked by some of the other werewolves they either got out of his way quickly or gave him a small bow before moving past, and combined with the comments that had been made earlier he wondered just what sort of timeline this was.

Soon the two were completely alone in the old control room of the rig that had been modified into a set of living quarters. “So, I take it you're still up to your old tricks in whatever dimension you came from," Thomas said as he pulled the artifact out of his bag and set it aside. “It makes me curious on how different a life we have led, especially since you mentioned the Harbringers."

“It sounds like you had a falling out with them?" Thomas asked his other self as he watched the other wolf take off his combat vest, revealing a set of claw marks that ran all the way down his back. “Whoa… I definitely don't have that."

“This was the punishment that Dameon had given me after my runner group laid siege to this very oil rig," the other wolf explained as he put the vest aside. “Up until that point I had been working with them on the matter concerning the lycan strain of HMHVV, which considering you know I'm a werewolf I'm guessing are the same experiences. Since you don't have these marks but know of this place, I think that my story is not the same as yours."

Thomas nodded and took the seat he was offered along with the drink that his other self had made, which unsurprisingly was exactly how he liked it. “I was also set to siege this oil rig with the others and that dragon from Atlantis," Thomas explained. “But I had made a call to Dameon ahead of time and warned him, which gave them time to move everything out of the rig before we showed up. They almost captured the dragon and in exchange for his release I… gave them the shard I found."

“Ah, a simple phone call," the other Thomas said with a laugh, putting his hand against his face before he finally calmed down. “I had also thought about calling Dameon to warn him of our arrival, but in the end I convinced myself that they could handle it and didn't want to expose myself to the team. In the end we killed a number of Harbringers and that Atlantean Dragon managed to take most of their research and destroyed the rest. It was a crushing blow for the organization… and instead of the hero that I'm sure you were to them I was made the villain."

“Whoa…" Thomas said in shock, nearly dropping his mug. “That's why Dameon clawed you in the back then, is that the reason you're hiding here? Is he still after you?"

“Dameon is dead," the other Thomas replied bluntly, which only caused the wolf's jaw to drop more. “He was killed outside of a cafe, practically decapitated from the sounds of it, and several other prominent members were assassinated after the fact as well including his sister. After that the Harbringers scattered to the wind and haven't been seen since."

Thomas found himself leaning back in the chair as his other self sipped on his drink. “I can't believe it…" Thomas said. “I was there the last time it happened, I guess it really was a good thing, or not, that I was there. Now I know you left on bad terms, but do you at least know who did it? Who called in the hit on them?"

“He does," a new voice said, this one a deep, throaty growl that Thomas vaguely recognized as he saw someone come up from the hatch below. Thomas felt his eyes widen as he recognized the huge werewolf that he felt a strange sense of connection with. “Because I told him it was me when he joined my pack."

“The Alpha…" Thomas said as he felt the urge to bow his head in respect, something his other self did as the hulking creature gave the other wolf a scritch under his chin. “Wait, you were the one that ordered Dameon killed?"

“I put out a hit on the entire Harbringer group," Alpha said. “They were planning on using the lycan strain to infect multiple people in the megacity, and after I had refused multiple times they had attempted to kidnap me and slaughtered half my pack in the process. From there we were not on good speaking terms… while I had originally intended on just sending a message I decided to up the ante and order for their entire slaughter."

“Mmmm, that was quite fun hunting them down," the other wolf said as he looked lovingly up at the alpha, Thomas seeing the fangs of his other self start to elongate as their gaze turned to him. “As you can see I climbed the ranks quite quickly with my enthusiasm to help Alpha out, and though it's not there yet we have actually stabilized quite a bit of the serum for the lycan strain. That's why when you took out your eye it changed my mind, I remember when I had that before it finally regrew in for real."

As the two began to approach Thomas suddenly became aware of the fact that he was alone in another dimension in an isolated area with only himself and the Alpha werewolf leering over him. “You know… I wonder if he'll act the same way that you did when I first broke you into the pack," the Alpha said with a grin as Thomas found his long claws scratching underneath his chin, causing his tail to fluff out and his ears to twitch. “It certainly seems like he has the same spots."

“I'm sure our new guest won't mind finding out," the other Thomas said as he looked at his alter ego, his grin growing wider as the wolf could see that his other self was starting to transform. “You're already prepared for it, and it would be fun to have myself under me."

While Thomas felt unnerved with the almost feral gleam that he saw in essentially his own eyes the fact that he was in the company of two werewolves and one was the alpha had caused his urges to start to bubble to the surface. Already the claws in his feet and hands started to grow longer and as what was essentially a more confident, in-tune version of himself bolstered by the Alpha leaned in to kiss him there was little resistance in his changes. In the back of his mind he wondered if this could possibly cause the space-time continuum to explode but as their lips met and he felt the tongue slip into his own maw it appeared that everything was fine. He was also hard as a rock and as the other wolf pressed against him the strangeness of feeling his own body rubbing up against his own was quickly diminished by how horny it was making him feel as the Alpha watched with his arms crossed over his thick chest.

The sounds of the two making out filled the room and were punctuated by growing snarls and growls as they groped and fondled one another, Thomas looking down to watch himself change and seeing the one beneath him shifting in a much similar fashion… although he was getting a bit bigger more quickly. No doubt thanks to the private tutelage of the alpha werewolf, Thomas thought to himself, but as his own hands and feet swelled along with his muscles he knew that he wasn't going to be the one on top anyway. He heard his own deepening laugh come out of the other man as Thomas felt himself get pulled up and let out a slight yelp as he felt the copy of his maw press against his tailhole.

As Thomas began to pant from the tongue wiggling inside of him the transforming creature looked up to see that the Alpha had shifted so that he stood in front of him, the tip of his cock practically resting on his forehead. “Not a bad specimen," Alpha said with a fanged grin as he gripped his shaft and pointed it directly at Thomas. “Let's see if you're as good as your counterpart there, and if you like it I'm sure the pack wouldn't mind two of you around. I know I wouldn't if you're half as talented as he is…"

This Alpha was definitely different then the one in his dimension, Thomas thought as the tip was pressed up against his growing muzzle, although back in his timeline they were still in the middle of negotiations. Perhaps his other self had softened him up a bit as well, all except for his cock as he found himself obediently opening up and licking against the shaft. Even though this wasn't his timeline it felt so natural to submit to this paragon of lycanthropy, this muscular beast that he would give anything to be with. He could definitely see why he went with him in the first place but as he felt his head get held up and the tip pushed down towards his throat all Thomas could think about was pleasing his Alpha.

With the cock lodged in his muzzle his groan became nothing more than a muffled gurgle as his furry throat started to stretch, but the practice that the bigger man had with the other Thomas paid off in knowing exactly how much the growing werewolf could tolerate. As he began to bob his head up and down to show that he wished to serve he felt the hot breath that had been near his furry rump disappear and was replaced with something much larger that was about to be stuck in his other opening. Though the cock using his throat for a sleeve by the Alpha prevented him from looking, Thomas could see in the reflection of the wall the beast of creature behind him and found himself in awe.

While the two looked similar in nature the other Thomas clearly had more time put into their werewolf form, his transformation giving him a similar build to the Alpha himself with a sleek, thick coat of fur that accentuated his muscles. Gone was the bit of mange that Thomas seemed to have when he turned or the gangly nature of his body, it was like the werewolf behind him had been sculpted to look far better than him and as he felt his insides get spread open he knew that something else was bigger as well. The hands of the one between the two werewolves darted up as his muzzle was pushed forward to nudge against the groin of the alpha while he was penetrated quickly and smoothly from behind.

Thomas felt his eyes roll back into his head as he was being thrusted into from both ends by two incredibly sexy, very dominant werewolf men. If they had given him a collar he would have put it on for them, though it might have restricted the access of the throbbing shaft that felt like it had slid into his chest with how deep the Alpha was going, and they could have led them around the oil rig naked. When he looked at the reflection of the other Thomas he wanted to be exactly like him and the two could help bring lycanthropy properly into the world with the help of their Alpha. The idea of their identical forms pleasuring the bigger werewolf almost made him as hard as getting spread open by the two as they continued to rock back and forth with bouncing the submissive creature between them with each stroke.

As Thomas felt a clawed hand start to stroke his member between his legs his eyes picked up on a glint of light that was nearby, something that caused him to look past the wall of thick fur in front of his eyes as the blue glow started to intensify. When he found the source of it he realized that it was his bag and his eyes widened when he could make out symbols starting to form even underneath the leather. He tried to shift his hands over to grab the bag but he suddenly felt two sets of hands grab his head and legs to pull him in, which also lifted up his body and caused the two werewolves to hilt inside of him. As Thomas felt both cocks rooted deeply inside of him the artifact finished charging and the two naked werewolves pulled back as his body floated briefly in the air before he was pulled towards the black hole that had formed behind his bag.

Thomas let out a loud gasp as he found his mouth empty, though the heavy scent of the Alpha was still on him as he once more found himself sitting in the office of the curator. When he looked down between his legs he found that the artifact was sitting there in its inert state, and as he picked it up he heard a loud buzz of static in his ear that caused him to wince. “Thomas, he's almost there, you have to go!" Dameon shouted. “I got the rope down but if I lower it anymore they'll see, the rest is on you!"

Thomas gasped and stood up, putting the artifact in his bag and turning his silver bracelet before activating the magic in it. Unlike the previous setting this one turned him completely invisible, but it would only last for a short time as he grabbed his satchel and bolted out of the office. When he left he could see the curator already starting to come up the stairs and closed the door as fast as he could before running to the balcony. The rope that would lead to his freedom was nearly ten feet away from where he was and would have been an impossible jump for him… but as a werewolf he made a running leap and sailed through the open air off the balcony before grabbing onto the rope that he swung wildly on.

A few seconds later he felt himself getting pulled up and when Thomas got to the skylight he hoisted himself over and rolled onto the metal of the roof proper right as his invisibility wore off. As he laid there panting he saw Dameon looking over him with a big grin on his face, the blue-furred wolf-dragon giving him a wink. “If that's what you were planning you should have just told me," Dameon said as he grabbed the top of his chameleon cloak and began to pull it off. “Just give me a second and I'll fly us to those woods nearby, also you smell incredible by the way…"

As Dameon pulled off his shirt he found Thomas standing there, the werewolf grabbing his hands to stop him from getting fully undressed. “Dameon, we need to talk," Thomas said as his body started to revert back, a solemn look on his face. “We've been very, very bad boys, and not in the fun way…"